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[P] Crowley's Works
02.23.04, 11:25:59
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Fed Up
Dealing with insanity
My words full of profanity
My arms
They tense,
My hands
They grip,
Around that pretty throat of thy.
Oh my oh my,
What’s that out of thy pretty eye?
Blood my dear, blood so red,
It makes me sigh,
Oh my pretty dear,
Why could you just not hear?
You argued with me,
No subtlety,
Just screamed and yelled,
Till my brain could no longer stay held,
So I popped,
My love,
I popped.
And that is why,
There is blood in that pretty eye,
And blood on that pretty smile,
Oh my oh my.
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One may say that's a faked attempt at horror, but that was written off the top of my mind as I envisioned this man snap due to a woman's constant bickering... I've gone through enough of that to have these thoughts fly through my head, but I wondered how it would look on paper, so to say x)
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